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...Going to Pot" is an intricately contrived comedy in which everything finally ties together. An aspiring contractor for the French war department (he wants to supply every solider with a chamber pot) falls victim to a series of disasters that are all more-or-less the result of his young son's constipation. Follavoine, the contractor, is blessed with a wife. Julie, totally preoccupied with curing her son's problem with a dose of mineral oil, which the boy refuses to take. She manages, with her son's help, to destroy Follavoine's business with M. Chouilloux, the war ministry...
...place, and it is easy to over-whelm the audience by overplaying a role. "Going to Pot" suffers a bit from a tendency in that direction. Lyle Shaw, as Follavoine, occasionally gets carried away while demonstrating his emotions, and has a little trouble maintaining a consistent portrayal of a chamber pot magnate. As his wife Julie, Wendy Walker manages a couple of very good moments as she waxes lyrical in several bathetic incidents. But almost unpardonably she begins giggling at some of her own lines. M. Chouilloux, played by Mark Mosca, is a very consistent, very careful, occasionally startled...
...play is an unpretentious amusement. By its conclusion disaster has come to Follavoine, but it is an almost incidental disaster. He must meet Truchet on the field of honor, which is silly enough in itself, and he will not win the contract to manufacture chamber pots for the army. Excluded from the military-industrial complex, and challenged to a duel, he storms out, after having accidentally swallowed his son's purge. It is all rather ridiculous, and it occasionally has its points, but why it is called surrealistic is never clear. Perhaps the attempt to reconcile murder, constipation, and hysteria...
Boston Symphony Chamber Players, performing works of Mozart, Hindermith, Schoenberg. Burden Hall, HBS. 8:30, May 21, $2.50, or $4 reserved...
...understand. But who can understand a nightmare? Analyze it, break it down to rational bits. You can understand the bits, but the terror will elude you. It is the terror you feel while you watch on color film as the camera sweeps along the ceiling of a gas chamber, and you see the concrete surface riddled and gouged by dying fingers. It is the terror of incomprehension. Were these Germans men or monsters? How could human beings do a thing like this...